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Headcanon #23841729:
One of Greg’s favorite shirts went missing a few months into his relationship with Mycroft. He pretends to look for it every once in a while but he knows that Mycroft has it and likes to wear it to bed, paired with expensive pajama bottoms, when he has to be out of town for an extended period of time. They both know but neither will admit it. Mycroft thinks of it as a weakness but Greg finds it sweet.
Can we talk about how Sherlock was trying to convince Mycroft that he should try being friends with someone? Sherlock trying to hook Mycroft up with someone Maybe?
I can picture it at John’s wedding…
“Mycroft, Have you had the pleasure of meeting Greg Lestrade…?"
"Haaaaaaaave you met Greg?”
“Mycroft, this is my friend, Gavin.”
“Greg.”
“Right.”
I wrote a happy, fluffy, little mystrade fic:
Like Children Play – Mycroft takes Greg away for a little winter holiday.
teaser below the cut
Greg woke with a hangover. He blearily opened his eyes as the phone vibrated again. It better not be the department. He was taking the time off due for the holidays, not that he’d minded working on Christmas. After all the ex had taken their daughter to Spain for the holidays, making sure he wouldn’t see her. So he’d gotten drunk last night, alone in his tiny little flat.
It buzzed again. He grabbed it and squinted at the message. Twenty Minutes.
Mycroft. He stared at the phone, then dragged a hand through the scruff on his face. He rolled out of bed and into the bathroom.
Exactly twenty minutes later he was standing outside his flat, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, squinting in the morning light as a black car pulled up. He slid inside and found Mycroft looking as sleek as ever in a coat and gloves. He passed Greg a hot cup of coffee.
